This should be the best of the year. The sorrow is downplayed in the faint absurdity. The narrative is light, the emotion is heavy, and one touch or stroke one's heart that may no longer be soft.
A really good movie should look like this. I forget what is false and true, and I forgot to preach. I only look at the world from the child's heart and the child's perspective, and everything is unobstructed. It should be like this when people are alive, but it is too difficult. There are always such and other desires that make people no longer pure, soft, but rigid, like bacon.
Four periods of time and space are juxtaposed and interlaced, crisscrossing on the screen. The absurdity of the combination of virtuality and reality is shocking every step. Looking through my eyes, the train carriages pierced into the mountains and seas of flesh and blood, my heart. Tao Tao takes Evelyn to see his demented brother. Does he look like an older sister? Tao Tao asked his younger brother if he didn't look like it at all. He is implying that the Four Lives will never be alone. This is the warmth from his younger brother, and it is also a cruel footnote that repeats the cycle of not returning to the starting point. I have thought that dying for Al is the most profound theme, but I am paralyzed by this understatement and the romantic feeling that is always permeating. So I didn't think about the three killers. In other words, I am more inclined to follow the flow of thoughts and emotions. If the waves are gentle, let the intensity of the emotions go with it. I hope they are all alive. Not cute, not hateful, not a pity, I am happy. The subconscious embellishment from beginning to end, flower. Father, mother, sister, younger brother, fire, Al, exchange life! Tao Tao and Al’s lives are closely linked. From the cradle to the grave, it seems absurd and unreasonable, but in fact it is where the art lies. From two people, four clues, multiple repetitions allude to life. The flowers woven by my elder sister are always with me, and they have appeared subconsciously many times. In the end, Tao Tao dressed as Al to die for him, making a "death" favor. He walked into Al's room. On the table was a pile of red candies and a flower, which was missing its stamens. Just so, I swallowed her, but the flower bloomed without a core, and the flower died. At this point, the last ghost scream fell sharply, and the abstract paintings written in colored pens were hung on the screen and dotted into movie comics. Page by page, he laughed, he said: I'm flying. Someone might say that such a movie is too abstract. Not serious, should the movie be serious? Then why do you have a good time, but that is the most true, why do you want to watch a movie? Before the curtain ends. In the dark night, the ancient sailing boat slanted mischievously, "That's it", much like saying goodbye. No, never say goodbye, you have four lives.
In the end, I still couldn't help myself for a long time, and under the fierce bosom, I was so depressed by the face of an adult. I can only talk about self-confidence and continue this emotion with poetry:
Everyone is imaginary, whimsical, and at a loss. From one fantasy obstructs another fantasy, but unfortunately it is reality, until the old gust of wind blows into the haze and fog, and the dense game that never forgets the original intention, still dreaming one dream after another, dream Can't sleep. I hope to grow old like this. On the copper and iron walls that I shook, immortality turned into a majestic seabed, fishing songs crying and roaring to be a fish that catches the moon, let the refraction chopsticks refract the bridge of fantasy in the westerly wind of old age, the fishes on the sky are crying and patting their belly '"This fish is too light" pat the belly
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